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Piled with men dead, yea, miserably slain,

Is every beach, each reef of Salamis!

Thou sayest sooth—ah well-a-day!

Battered amid the waves, and torn,

On surges hither, thither, borne,

Dead bodies, bloodstained and forlorn,

In their long cloaks they toss and stray!

Their bows availed not! all have perished, all,

By charging galleys crushed and whelmed in death.

Shriek out your sorrow's wistful wail!

To their untimely doom they went;

Ill strove they, and to no avail,

And minished is their armament!

Out on thee, hateful name of Salamis,

Out upon Athens, mournful memory!

Woe upon this day's evil fame!

Thou, Athens, art our murderess;

Alack, full many a Persian dame

Is left forlorn and husbandless!